The greatest spearman of the continent.
The greatest genius of the continent.
There were many nicknames attributed to Pierce.
But before Pierce, there was a swordsman that held the nickname as a genius.
His name was Brian Miles.
As the firstborn of Viscount Milesâs house, Brian showed exceptional talent in swordsmanship and achieved the level of an elementary swordsman before he attended the academy.
For Brian, who may become the kingdomâs first swordmaster, the Rinse royalty provided advanced swordsmanship and mana techniques, as well as various herbs known to increase the understanding of mana.
Possibly thanks to this total support, Brian achieved the pinnacle of swordsmanship within the first year of Tron Academy.
The expectations, that the Rinse Kingdomâs first swordmaster may be born at this rate, bubbled.
But.
âHe stopped just there.â
Roan made a short sigh.
The reason Brian was called the unfortunate genius.
For some reason, Brianâs growth stopped in his second year at the academy.
Although achieving the pinnacle of swordsmanship at the age of seventeen was an amazing achievement, to Brian who looked towards a greater height, the inexplicable halt in his growth was a torment.
âLittle by little, he slowly crumbled andâ¦â¦â
Ultimately with the appearance of Pierce, another genius, no, a genius on a different level, he completely collapsed.
In the end, the genius who received the Kingdomâs expectations to become the first swordmaster ended his own life at the young age of twenty eight.
âIs it the second year after the halt?â
Roan looked at Brian.
A face full of fatigue.
âIt seems heâs already began to burn out.â
He needlessly felt pity for him.
Then.
âThank you for the special lecture. It was an interesting topic. But doesnât Sir Baron Taleâs real worth lie as a warrior who commands battlefields? I heard that your spearmanship is incredible.â
âThe rumors tend to be exaggerated.â
Roan smiled.
Still with a weary look, Brian spoke.
âPlease have a duel with me.â
He deeply bowed from his waist.
A very polite and respectful attitude.
And to Roan who knew his future, he felt some desperation from that sight.
âHeâs probably looking for a breakthrough.â
Roan deeply inhaled.
âPerhaps, this duel could help him.â
An event that happened to neither Roan nor Brian in the last life.
âSure. Letâs have a duel.â
Soon as he finished his words, Brian raised his head.
A crack appeared in his worn-out expression.
Although very slightly, his joy could be felt.
On the side, several students pumped their fists in delight.
They were the brats who ridiculed Roan when he had first entered the Tron Academy.
âItâs the work of those brats.â
A bitter smile formed.
âMost likely, they babbled something about possibly feeling something if he fought with a warrior who fought in real battles.â
And Brian likely agreed feeling like grabbing at straws.
But either way, it was true that he himself wanted to help Brian.
If this event went well, the Rinse Kingdomâs first swordmaster may be born.
âHe could be a good rival for Pierce too.â
For course, he would have like to keep him by his side and use him if there was a chance.
âWow! This is big!â
âA duel between the expeditionâs hero, Sir Baron Roan Tale, and our academyâs best swordsman, Brian!â
âWho do you think will win?â
âEven if Sir Baron Tale has incredible spearmanship, Brianâs mana control should be much better.â
âEey. Itâs a duel, a duel. Use of mana isnât allowed in a duel. They will be fighting purely with swordsmanship and spearmanship.â
The students became greatly excited at the suddenly decided duel.
Without minding the reactions around him, Brian walked towards the stage.
âBrian! Brian!â
The students chanted Brianâs name.
âThis is completely unexpected.â
Principle Fred Brown, who was watching the events from the side, made a difficult expression.
Soon, he turned his head toward Professor Rambel Valley from the knight school.
âProfessor Valley. Please prepare the duel.â
âYes. Understood.â
Rambel quickly nodded his head and stood up.
Quickly, he sent several students to training fieldâs shed to bring the weapons and armors for training.
The table on top of the stage was moved aside and an arena was soon prepared.
The academyâs professors, including Fred, made a peculiar expression.
âI should be able to see those rumored skills.â
âIf Brian can take a complete victory, he could pull back the interests that were waning until now.â
All the while, Roan and Brian stared at each other on top of the stage.
âThank you for accepting the duel.â
Brian deeply lowered his head.
Roan faintly smiled as he shook his head.
âIt will be a good lesson for me as well.â
A meeting between the young geniuses that will lead the Rinse Kingdom.
Just that made this duel worthy enough.
Amongst several wooden swords, Brian picked one up.
âSir Baron Tale.â
âYes. What is it?â
Roan, who likewise was choosing a wooden pole, looked at Brian.
âSince we will be having a duel, why donât we have a real duel?â
âHhm.â
Roan slightly frowned.
There was a big difference between a regular duel and a real duel.
If a regular duel was like training where the two compared their skills and matched their moves, a real duel was more like a fight that always ends with a clear winner and loser.
The only difference simply being the use of edgeless weapons, it was a duel where oneâs life could be in danger with a small mistake.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIs that truly necessary?â
Brian awkwardly smiled at those words and replied.
âI want to feel the true spearmanship as it is. The spearmanshipâ¦â¦â
A strength went into the light in his eyes.
âThat Sir Baron Tale used on top of the battlefields.â
A polite yet desperate voice.
In truth, Brian had already dueled with countless knights.
But even so, his growth remained stalled, and he felt an unknown need.
A thirst like a burning throat.
âIf I fight against skills from real fights, wouldnât something be different?â
There was such an expectation.
Because of that, he requested a duel to Roan despite knowing that his juniorsâ temptations were simply immature.
Brian stared straight into Roanâs two eyes.
Feeling that stare, Roan exhaled a short sigh.
âIt seems he is quite frustrated.â
He slowly nodded his head.
âSure. Letâs have a real duel.â
âThank you very much.â
Brian lowered his head once again.
Swinging a wooden sword around, he stretched his body.
On the other hand, Roan, who had been choosing a wooden pole, walked up to the leather armors.
âUn? Armor?â
âIs he actually going to wear armor when they are having a duel?â
âIs he perhaps afraid of getting hit by a wooden sword?â
The students clamored.
That was the same for the professors.
Most of all, the knight school professors squinted their foreheads and criticized.
âArmor despite having a duel. This is a first.â
âYes. Sir Baron Tale isnât being manly at all. To wear armor in a duel with a student.â
âThatâs not chivalry. As expected of someone from a common soldier background.â
Principle Fred Brown, who was quietly listening, shook his head.
âItâs a real duel. It isnât a problem whether he wears armor or not.â
âBut, but thereâs no knight who actually does that.â
The knight school professor shouted in protest.
Fred shook his head.
Somehow, a sigh leaked out.
âHuu. Those knightsâ empty ritualsâ¦â¦ cht. Theyâre people whoâll search for courtesy even when life is in danger.â
Fred, who originally was from a civil official background, became speechless at the knightsâ stubbornness and useless courtesy.
All the while, the clamor slowly became louder.
But without minding it, Roan scrupulously put on the leather armor.
Not only that, Roan didnât forget about leather gauntlets and helmet and put them on.
âItâs looser than I thought.â
After swinging his wooden pole several times, Roan once again tied the armorâs strings.
Lightly jumping and bowing his back, he carefully checked if there was anything uncomfortable.
âAre you wearing leather armor in a duel?â
Roan smiled at Brianâs words.
âBecause itâs a real duel.â
Tapping his leather armor, he continued his words.
âIn real fight, protection is a must.â
âHmm.â
Brian quietly sighed.
For him who received the knight schoolâs teachings, it was something hard to understand.
âDoesnât he feel that itâs cowardly and dishonorable?â
The traditional thought pattern of knights.
At such Brian, Roan inwardly shook his head.
âThis eraâs knights, especially the students, were focused on useless and empty rituals and looks.â
A real duel was the same as a real fight.
Not properly wearing protection in a situation where life could come and go was reckless.
âPierce and Brianâs difference. Perhaps that was the difference between experience in real fight and oneâs mindset.â
Pierce began as a common soldier running on the battlefields and fought on the frontlines and raised merits even after becoming Reil Bakerâs student.
On the other hand, Brian entered the academy and received training in swordsmanship and trained as a royal knight after graduating.
âIf my guess is rightâ¦â¦â
A faint smile hung on Roanâs mouth.
âI should show exactly what a real fight is like.â
He planned to change that mindset immersed in empty rituals.
After a short bow, Roan and Brian took their distance.
The wooden pole and sword pointed at each other.
The preparation for the duel was finished.
âReady!â
Rambel raised his right hand.
Suddenly, the light in Roanâs eyes changed.
Within the calm eyes, a fire sparked.
At the same time, a breathtaking pressure exuded from his entire body.
That was a chill and a killing intent that brought a razor-edged blade to mind.
âHph!â
Rambel, who was about to announce the duelâs start, nervously swallowed.
The hairs on his body stood up and a cold sweat ran down.
But comparably, his situation was better.
Brian, who was facing Roan, momentarily couldnât breath.
âMana? No. This is aura.â
This kind of experience was a first.
âIs this what a real warrior who walks the battlefields look like?â
His eyes sharply trembled.
On the other hand, the professors and the students away from the stage didnât notice the change.
The ones who could feel Roanâs breathtaking killing intent and pressure were only Brian and Rambel.
Gulp.
Brian swallowed with his dry mouth.
Somehow, his heart thumped.
âThis. This is what I wanted.â
Strength went into the hand holding the wooden sword.
A strange silence continued.
But the students who didnât know what was happening on the stage tilted their heads and complained.
âWhat? Why arenât they starting?â
âWhat happened?â
âWhatâs going on?â
The clamor slowly became louder.
Only then, Rambel took hold of himself a step late and roared.
âBegin!â
At the same time, he escaped to a corner of the stage.
Even he, who was the knight schoolâs professor, had hard time taking on Roanâs pressure.
âHeâs like someone who has only been on battlefields for decades.â
It just wasnât a pressure that matched Roanâs age.
At that moment, the studentsâ cheers exploded.
âWaaaaa!â
They became feverishly excited when the duel began.
Feeling the heat from the students, Brian slightly bent his knees.
ââIâll attack firâ¦â¦â
He aimed for the first strike.
But the one who moved first was Roan.
Tat!
Roan kicked the floor and threw his body toward Brian.
The tip of the pole sharply shook and cut the space.
Brian quickly moved outside of the poleâs range.
âGood.â
In that brief moment he relaxed.
The length of Roanâs pole suddenly extended.
In that short moment, he had kicked the ground once again.
âHph!â
Swallowing empty air, Brian twisted his body.
Pat!
The tip of the pole scratched his side and passed.
âCertainly, thereâs no waste.â
With a single strike, Brian realized that Roanâs spearmanship was extremely efficient.
âIs this the real spearmanship? Then Iâlllâ¦â¦â
Rubbing his foot against the ground, he turned his body.
The tip of the sword cut through the space and danced.
âThis is the royalty and noblesâ advanced swordsmanship!â
It was the strongest swordsmanship made from the core and the quintessence of the kingdomâs best swordsmanship.
To create this, the royal knights as well as all the powerful warriors and scholars gathered their strengths together.
Pat!
The sword dizzily moved and drew a complex path.
âHmm.â
At the sight of the sword that looked like it would immediately break his entire body, Roan clenched his teeth.
Zing.
Kalianâs Tears activated.
Suddenly, the movement of Brianâs sword as well as the entire world slowed down.
âItâs certainly a fancy swordsmanship.â
Looking at the swordâs trajectory that seemed like there was nowhere to run from, Roan clicked his tongue.
Quickly, he swung his pole and stabbed into the node of the swordâs trajectory.
Tung!
With a clean sound of impact, the sword bounced off.
âHeavy.â
Roan was shocked at the heavy weight that was felt along with the impact.
Brianâs sword wasnât simply fancy.
âIt seems he wasnât called a genius for nothing.â
Roan too would had a hard time winning without the Kalianâs Tears.
On the other hand, Brian was greatly surprised as well.
âHe cut the swordâs movement with a single strike?â
He pushed exactly into the link between his sword movements.
This had never happened even once before.
âThe rumors were actually lacking.â
Biting his lips, Brian twisted his shoulder.
The sword that bounced off, twisted once and headed toward Roan once again.
Tang! Tudung! Tung! Tung!
Along with the sound of impact, a fierce battle ensued.
Actively using Kalianâs Tears, Roan easily blocked Brianâs ferocious attacks.
Perhaps because of that, Brianâs movement became more and more aggressive.
No, to be exact, he became more excited.
Even though he attacked from whichever direction, whatever technique, and with varying strength, Roan blocked them with unbelievable ease.
Thanks to that, he could bring out all the swordsmanship and techniques he knew as much as he wanted.
âThis is a first.â
Until now, all the duels couldnât pass fifty bouts.
Within fifty bouts, either his opponent or he himself lost.
Thanks to that, he didnât have any memory of swinging the sword as much as he wished.
But now, it was different.
âIf itâs now, I think I can bring out everything I know.â
He naturally became exhilarated.
Forgetting that this was a real duel, he purely focused his mind on the tip of his sword.
Ssk!
As his focus reached the peak, his mana unknowingly flew down the sword.
Pat!
A bluish mana faintly shined along the edge.
âHm!â
Roan, who had been easily bouncing off the sword, frowned at the sudden change.
He tried to step back and push away, but Brian furiously attacked instead.
âCanât be helped.â
Shaking his head inwardly, Roan used the Flamdor mana technique.
From the mana hole, a calm and powerful strength flew out.
Pat!
Along the pole, a clear light of mana took place.
Tang! Tadang! Tang!
Even the sounds of the impact changed.
A sharp sound hit his ears.
âKuuk!â
Roan clenched his teeth.
A stinging feeling on his hands.
As Brian began to actively use mana, it became hard to take him on.
Certainly, if they only compared their mastery of mana techniques, Brian was a step or two ahead.
âBut even so, I canât simply back off like this.â
Roan poured mana into the Kalianâs Tears.
Suddenly.
Pat!
The entire world was colored in a golden light.
âHm. So thatâs how heâs using the mana.â
Looking at the mana swirling in Brianâs body and the sword, Roan smiled.
Just by understanding the flow of mana, he could predict when and how Brianâs attack will come.
âUn?â
At that moment, Roanâs eyes caught a strange flow.
The mana that was smoothly flowing in Brianâs body momentarily twitched and bounced off everywhere as if it hit a wall.
The bounced off mana soon collected together as one, and followed the mana road down the sword.
âWhat?â
An extremely short moment.
It suddenly and momentarily happened.
Without Kalianâs Tears, he wouldnât have been able to notice.
Then.
Pat!
The sword passed by his ears.
But Roan, to whom the entire worldâs movement felt slow enough to yawn, easily dodged.
âUak!â
âDid you see that?â
âI thought his head was going to break apart from the sword!â
The students, who were watching, shouted out in surprise.
This was the same for the professors.
âDid he use mana just now?â
âTo use mana in a duel! Itâs too dangerous.â
The ruckus was loud.
But on the other hand, Fred was calm.
âDid I ever see Brian be that passionate?â
He didnât.
Especially recently, Brian always looked tired.
âFor now, letâs wait and see.â
Fred shook his hand toward the professors to calm them down.
âIf the situation becomes dangerous, letâs step in at that moment.â
At those words, the professors tried to mumble and say something, but soon nodded.
All the while, Roan and Brianâs fight become even more fierce.
And as it went on, Brianâs focus reached its height.
Now in his eyes, even Roan wasnât seen.
The only thing that was seen was the end of his sword.
âJust a bit more! Just a bit more!â
If this went on just a little bit more, he felt that he could break through his stagnation.
Below the extremely high concentration, a sweet expectation slowly arose.
That was the problem.
The desire took hold of Brianâs concentration and shook it.
âJust a bit more!!!!!!!â
In that one moment, Brianâs movement changed.
The fierce yet stable movement changed to a raw madness.
The one who realized this change first was Roan.
âHis emotion quivered!â
Blocking the attacks that fell like a storm, Roan stepped back.
The mana inside Brianâs body jumped as if insane.
âIf this goes on, his mana will overflow!â
Becoming crippled was certain, and he could lose even his life if not careful.
Roan put strength into his hands holding the pole.
But he couldnât carelessly attack.
âKilling him would be much easier, butâ¦â¦â
Suppressing him was a problem.
At that moment.
âUn? Again?â
The mana inside Brian once again bounced off everywhere as if it was blocked.
âItâs an extremely short instance, but Brianâs movements become unnatural whenever the mana bounced off.â
Bouncing off the attacks that rained down, Roan raised his focus.
Waiting for the moment the mana inside Brian bounced off.
Thankfully, once Brian lost his consciousness and rioted, that instance became more common.
Tung!
Once again, the mana inside Brian bounced out.
âNow!â
Dizzily moving his two feet, Roan twisted his pole.
Pat!
Cutting through the space, the poleâs tip hit Brianâs chest.
Truly a lightning-like attack.
Brian, who was in middle of an attack, couldnât dodge or block.
Puck!
âKuuk!â
Lowering his left shoulder, Brian felt pain.
Roan turned his body just like that and swung his pole.
Puck!
The pole powerfully hit Brianâs left side.
âKuk!â
Grabbing his side, Brian stepped back.
But the light in his eyes was still ferocious, and the mana inside his body, as expected, was jumping as if insane.
âJust a bit, just a bit more!!!!!â
While exuding a mad aura, Brian charged towards Roan.
âPoor kid.â
Roan exhaled a short sigh.
From Brian, he could feel the incredible pressure and weight a genius must carry.
âHe mustâve been desperate to live up to the othersâ expectations.â
That desperation must have led to this rampage.
Roan squinted his eyes at the sword that was cutting through the air and about to halve his face.
Ssk.
Brianâs sword almost touched Roanâs nose and closely passed by.
A perfect calculation of distance.
Ptt!
But even though it didnât touch, the nose was cut and the blood flew.
It was because of the mana.
âUuhuk!â
âUwah!â
Cries exploded amongst the students.
Roan slightly squinted his eyes, but didnât pause or hesitate.
Tat!
Stomping down on the sword that slid down, he jumped toward Brianâs chest.
âUn?â
âEh?â
âA spearman attempting close combat?â
The students as well as the professors had confused expressions.
On the other hand, Roanâs expression was clam.
He pushed his body below Brianâs right arm.
Spt!
As if swinging around a tree, Roan turned to Brianâs back.
At the same time, he wrapped Brianâs arm and neck with his right arm and grabbed his right shoulder with his left arm.
A perfect choke.
âKuhuk.â
Suffocated, Brian made a painful gasp.
He struggled to push Roan off, but Roan moved closer instead.
âThis is the choke hold of the Reid battle technique.â
Roan poured mana into his two arms.
The muscles expanded tautly.
In the end, Brian couldnât take it despite struggling and fell on his back.
âKuhuk. Kuk!â
Brian drooled as his eyes flipped.
Word for word the very moment before fainting.
All the strength in his body went out.
âHuu.â
Only then did Roan let go of his choke hold.
âKeek! Keek!â
Brian breathed roughly as he coughed.
Roan stood up from the stop and fixed the loose armor.
Of course, his eyes were on Brian.
âFor now, the mana is just about stableâ¦â¦ un?â
When he thought up to that point.
Brianâs mana that was calming down bounced off here and there within his body, and once again began to boil.
âKuluk!â
Coughing deeply once more, Brian stood up.
His lips shined with a bloody light.
âItâs not over yet.â
He spoke with a common tone, but madness could be felt.
Brian was still on a rampage.
âWhat a pain.â
Roan creased his forehead.
At that moment.
Ssun!
Brian gathered all of the mana inside his body.
Zzk.
The wooden sword couldnât hold on and cracks appeared here and there.
âUuaaaahh!â
With a horrible shriek, Brian kicked the ground.
He planned to put his all into this final strike.
It certainly wasnât a good plan.
âHeâll be crippled if this goes on!â
Roan quickly took up his wooden pole.
He observed the stream of mana inside Brian running toward him.
âJust once more! Let the stream stop just once more!â
There was only one way to stop the rampage.
Stabbing in his own mana the very moment when Brianâs mana momentarily bounce out.
If not careful, Brianâs entire mana could be lost, but it was better than becoming crippled or dead.
âJust once, just once.â
Holding the pole, Roan squinted at the stream of mana inside Brianâs body.
By then, Brian was already right in front of him.
If not careful, his head could be broken apart by a wooden sword full of mana.
Gulp.
Dry spit was swallowed naturally and a cold sweat ran down his forehead.
âShould I dodge?â
A critical moment.
Then.
Tung.
The mana inside Brian bounced out in every direction.
Flinch.
Brian himself didnât notice, but the tip of his sword faintly shook.
âNow!â
Stepping forward with his left foot, Roan quickly lunged with his pole.
Boom!
Straight on.
With a blast, the left foot crashed into the stage.
The wooden pole cut and flew through space and hit the tip of Brianâs wooden sword.
BOOM!
A blast rang out once again.
Brianâs wooden sword exploded out everywhere.
Because the manaâs stream was momentarily cut off, it couldnât take on Roanâs attack.
Just like that, Roan pushed the pole forward.
Puk!
The tip of the pole stabbed Brianâs stomach.
At the same time, a string of mana entered his body.
Paat!
Roanâs mana tore through Brianâs mana road.
Thanks to that, Brianâs mana that momentarily blasted out couldnât clump again and returned to the mana hole.
âKuhuk!â
Grabbing at his chest, Brian fell down just like that.
Kung.
A kneeling posture.
âKuluk! Kuk.â
He threw up several dry coughs.
Putting away the pole, Roan looked inside of Brianâs body.
âHuh. Thankfully, it seems to have calmed down.â
He leaked a sigh of relief.
Roanâs mana that tore through Brianâs body was also naturally dissipating.
Puk!
Roan planted the wooden pole next to his foot.
âKuluk!â
Brian, who was continuing to cough, turned to Roan with a troubled face.
The madness that had filled his face was completely gone.
âI, Iâm sorry.â
Brian knew well what he had done.
He quickly lowered his head.
Looking at that sight, Roan made a faint smile.
âStudent Miles. I thinkâ¦â¦â
A gentle voice.
âYou shouldnât use that mana technique.â
He couldnât be sure, but Brianâs stagnation in his growth was probably due to that damned mana technique that the kingdomâs geniuses made.
âThe mana inside his body didnât flow naturally and was bouncing off bit by bit. It definitely isnât something natural.â
Because they inputted this and that and everything known to be good, it resulted in an unexpected problem.
âAndâ¦â¦â
Roan tapped his armor.
âNext time, please wear an armor. The basics are always important.â
Exhaling a long sigh, he stepped back.
Somehow, he didnât feel quite satisfied.
âI feel like I helped him, but why do I feel iffy?â
He shook his head and looked toward the students.
The students were shocked half out of their minds at Roanâs win.
That was the same for the professors.
The breathless silence continued.
In the end, Roan awkwardly smiled and open his mouth.
âThe duel is over.â
Only then, quiet exclamations sounded here and there.
âAh!â
âWoaaahâ¦â¦â
The exclamations soon turned to cheers.
âWoaaaahh!â
âAmazing!â
âWhat, what was that last move?â
âWhat about that choke from before!â
The sound of claps poured down.
âRoan Tale! Roan Tale!â
âRoan! Roan!â
Roan cheerfully smiled and waved his hand.
âIs it finally overâ¦â¦â
The day felt too long.
Roan lightly bowed toward Rambel, who was standing off at the edge of the stage, and moved his feet.
eet.
Then.
âSir, Sir Baron Tale!â
He heard Brianâs voice.
Roan simply stood at the end of the stage and turned his head to look at him.
Brian was still kneeling.
His face somehow looked relieved yet empty.
âI have a request.â
A powerful voice.
At the same time, it was a desperate voice.
Brian planted his two hands on the floor.
He looked straight into Roanâs two eyes and continued his words.
âPlease take me with you!â
End.
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